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can feel waves of pleasure begin to pulse through me.
Im barely able to say, "You feel my body start to pulse around you, my pussy throbbing as I begin to cum... ooooo YES Jim! Im cuming!" I was moaning uncontrollably, my body taking over. I couldnt speak anymore.
I could hear his moans as he came with me, our bodies losing control together. The sounds coming from him sending me over yet again, causing me to cum at least 2 more times! I was amazed at my response! I had never felt this way before, though I had experienced my body this way many times.
His intensity and sounds, moans and softly spoken words had totally taken me over. My body was pulsing. I was aware of everything! The air touching my skin, his breathing, his soft words of pleasure.
We were quiet for a moment as we let our breathing slow, let our bodies settle. Feelings of pleasure still washing over me, I said, "Jim, that was incredible!"
His deep chuckle sent shivers of delight through my body. He said, "Yes, it was, amazing, fun, sexy."
We chatted for awhile longer. Both of us relaxed with each other and teasing and flirting. It was so wonderful. As we said goodnight, we made plans to speak again soon. Neither one of us wanting to let too much time go by before hearing the others voice again
As I wished him sweet dreams and heard him chuckle in response, I hung up the phone.
After relaxing for a few more moments, his voice and the sound of him cuming running through my mind, my body begins to get heated again. So rising, I head to the bathroom, stepping out of my nightshirt and into a hot shower.
I let the water pulse against my skin, feeling the sharp spray enlivening me. I can feel my blood rushing to the surface of my skin, the tingles sending pleasure throughout me. I take the shower head in my hand and slowly run the water over my breasts. Letting the pulsing action excite me.
Slowly lowering it, the water pounding against me. The anticipation of feeling it against my pussy almost too much to bare. I reach down with my left hand to spread my lips, letting the water just run over my clit and inner lips, still so sensitive from my earlier touch. Thoughts of Jim, standing outside the shower, watching me, turning me on even more. I can feel his gaze on me as I spread myself even wider. Lowering the shower head closer to my pussy. Feeling the pulsing and vibrating taking me over.
I begin to lose control quickly. A powerful orgasm washing over me. Wave after wave of pleasure throbbing through me. Heat pouring from me, cuming harder than before, knowing he was watching me. My body wracked with pleasure.
As I calmed, I opened my eyes to find myself alone. An ache inside of me, wishing he was there to wrap

me in his arms and take me to our bed and make love with me all night long.
I stepped out of the shower after rinsing off, rubbing myself vigorously with a towel. Still on fire for his touch. Thinking to myself yet again how much I wanted to see this man, to have this man, to touch this man.
I had parked my caravan on a very quiet site in Central France, preferring to use it rather than hotels, as I was combining business with pleasure this year, with appointments only every two or three days. This meant that I had quite some time to myself in between schedules, and could relax.
On this particular day I had taken a short journey on business into a nearby town, and was on my way back after a successful sale. It was a very quiet road, as I prefer to travel by minor roads when not in a hurry to anywhere, and so was a little surprised to see a pedestrian, complete with rucksack emblazoned with a Union Flag denoting that the hiker was evidently English. As I drew nearer I could see, too that this backpacker was also female, for she turned towards me as I slowly drew up to see if she (as I knew she then was) wanted a lift of any kind.
Her face, when she recognised an English car due to the registration number, seemed to echo her wish for a lift, and so without hesitation I pulled up alongside her.
"I seem to have taken a wrong road," she began, just as I was asking her if I could be of any assistance.
To cut the story short the next thing was that I had placed her rucksack on the rear seat and she climbed in alongside me.
I was helping her adjust her seat-belt (rather clumsily but purposely so as it meant that I was able to surreptitiously touch her upper body giving me a quick sexual thrill as I did so) when she suddenly said, "Sir!"
I looked her fully in the face when she said that, and found that she was somehow a little familiar to me.
"Do you not remember me, sir?" she then asked. "You used to teach me in Junior School. Anne. Anne Dean."
Suddenly I remembered her. A pretty pig-tailed blonde girl who used to sit at the front of my class and whom I often wished was some ten years older at times.
"Anne!" I replied. "Of course I remember you. It is just that you have grown somewhat older and you have changed, naturally."
"Changed how?" she cheekily asked. "Am I prettier or uglier, or something?"
There was only one word I could use, of course. "Matured," I said. Then, also a little cheekily I added, "And prettier!"
"Of course," she laughed. "I was only ten or eleven when I was in your class, and Im now twenty-three!"
"Is it so long?" I asked her. "I remember you so well, though."
She looked me full in the face, grinning as